CHAPTER 109: WE HAVE DINNER GUESTS

***Author’s Note: This Chapter has a song and will prompt you when to press play. The song is Like That by Bae Miller ***

~ODETTE’S POV~

The things he says, aggravated me to my core, not a serious bone in his body unless he’s angry.

Still, even with all his annoying sarcasm, he made me smile.

I could feel his eyes lingering on me as I got out of the car.

Ambrose shut the car off and got out of the car.

"We seem to be having dinner guests, Damon just informed me." He said.

I looked back "Who? Isn’t it a little late for a group dinner?"

"Important members of a neighboring pack. They got in not long before we arrived and are hungry." He responded with cool indifference.

"Are you sure you want me to join? Won’t that bring unnecessary attention?"

"Yeah, well I want you with me. After today, I’d feel safer with you by my side." I couldn’t believe his words.

’He feels safer’ the idea anyone felt safe with me after they saw even a small bit of what I’m truly capable of. It did things to me I didn’t know could be done. The strength of my telekinesis usually made people more nervous than safe.

But not him.

The way he looked at me, it was like he would worship the ground I walk on and burn the world for me.

It was intense.

He probably has no idea how his words make me feel. What they did to me. The walls he was breaking down with such simple words and gestures.

"We should change; I don’t think these are appropriate." He said.

He was right, his clothes were torn and sweaty, stained with blood, mine were dusty and smelled like blood.

We were a sight for sore eyes.

I giggled inwardly.

Phera followed behind, right at my heels, prancing because her little legs were too short to walk at our speed.

"So that fox, we’re keeping it?" He asked me.

"Keeping her, yes. Her name’s Phera and we are good friends." I smiled kneeling down feeling the little fox lean into my affectionate ear scratches.

"We’ll need to get some things for her. Like a coll..." He froze mid-sentence seeing the sharp glare I gave him.

The audacity to collar an ancient fox spirit. No way.

But he stopped me before I went on a rant.

"Let me rephrase, the word has a bad reputation between us. I’d like to get her a fox necklace to identify her to others. No magic." He corrected and looked at the fox and said to it "Nothing that resembles being a pet".

He was careful to include that clarification. I could feel Phera tensing feeling annoyed at first, threatened even.

"So, like jewelry?" I asked skeptically.

"Yes, something pretty complimenting to her fur. And shows she isn’t a stray, that she belongs here and is protected by me." He sounded genuine.

I looked to Phera who seemed to approve of jewelry.

"Okay." I said cautiously.

"Why don’t you look up some things for an animal..." He paused like he was trying to find the right words, "Companion, an animal companion. Like bowls, a bed, fur care, all that stuff."

I was surprised by how willing he was to welcome a strange animal.

I raised an eyebrow, and he looked at me shrugging his shoulders. "What? Foxes are in the same family as wolves. It’s not like you asked to bring in a mountain lion."

"Oh, you draw the line at felines?" I joked.

"Definitely, cats are spicy, shifters and wild animals. I only have room for one spicy girl in my life." He shot me his infuriatingly stupid smirk.

"Beware, I bite." I made a biting gesture at him.

"Me too, and when I bite, it’ll leave a mark forever." He grinned. His words weren’t a threat, they were a promise.

Chills ran down my spine.

What did he mean by that?

He didn’t mean what I think he meant? Did he?

But the predatory and possessive look in his eyes told me he, very much, meant that.

"I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that."

*** Play the song now***

"Pretend all you want." He just walked right past me, his long strides making his movement fast. "It will still happen"

I stood frozen.

I can’t believe he would...

"Come on, don’t want to keep our guests waiting too long. Do we?" He said teasingly.

I scrambled to quickly catch up to him.

Taking our shoes off at the door, floor was surprisingly warm underneath my feet.

When we got to the bathroom, it was already prepared. Warm towels sat on the bathroom counter; the shower’s water was heated. Steam filled the room, misting me the moment the door opened.

"Let me help you." He whispered, intimately to me from behind.

The instant the door was shut he was behind me. His warm chest pressed against my back. Even through all these layers, I could feel his heat. His hands, resting on my hips, drawing me closer and holding me in place.

My breath hitched.

I didn’t move; his touch was something I was starting to crave. And when he pulled my jacket off and grabbed the bottom of my sweater, pulling it off. Exposing my lacy bra.

My heart was rattling in my chest; I could barely breathe. His touch was delicate and tender. Drawing me in, testing me. Tempting me.

I leaned into him. Letting the smell of a pine wood forest wrap around me, soothing my senses.

He traced down my ribs and reached my pants. Slowly he gripped them and pulled them downward. I lifted my legs, stepping out. Leaving only my under garments.

He turned me around and lifted my chin to meet his gaze.

His golden eyes dragging me out of the darkness and into the sunlight.

He closed his eyes and his lips claimed mine, pulling me in. Our lips moved in sync, our tongues dancing in perfect rhythm. Our bodies knew each other now. I ran my hands up his jaw and around the back of his neck and pulled him in, deepening our kiss. He ripped the stained button up he got from the store, right off his body. Shoving his pants down but not breaking the kiss.

Naked, he unclipped my bra and ripped at my panties. A moan escaped and I let my bra drop to the floor.

Still not breaking the kiss.

He scooped me up, hand grabbing my ass. I wrap my legs around his waist. He brough us into the standing shower.

Hot water poured down our bodies. Soaking our hair. The hot drops only intensified his burning hot touch. My skin was on fire. He was undoing me with a single kiss. We devoured each other.

He slammed my back against wall. My body shivered from the cold tiles. But I didn’t care it was like fire and ice. I was unraveling.

I rolled my hips circling his large member, it rubbed between the lips at my opening. I was wet. And it wasn’t from just the shower.

It was him. His touch, his smell, his lips, his body. It was all of him.

His hard dick found my opening, adjusting me at the right angle, he slid in. My walls stretching to fit all of him. I bit his lip, drawing a little blood.

He growled, low and primal. Something in him was cracking, the restraint was breaking.

"Fuck, Odette, I want to claim you. I want to sink my teeth into the sexy, sweet smelling curve of your neck. I want to taste your skin with me deep inside you." His voice was deep and smooth; my skin prickled with goosebumps.

His pace at first was slow, deliberate strokes. Designed to make me crave more, make my body ache for him.

My body was quivering under his touch. Pleasure racked through me. Breathing heavy, his forehead pressed to mine, he picked up his pace, giving more of him to me. Slamming hard into me. I grunted and my body jerked with each thrust. I moaned, his name leaving lips, tasting like the sweetest dessert. "Ambrose." It rolled off my tongue like I owned it.

Like it was mine to say whenever I wanted.

Because it was. He was mine.

All of him was mine.

Every inch of him.

I rode him, climbing to my peak. Our bodies merged as one. I could feel the fire burning in my core, this knot inside me that felt so good when rubbed just right. I rolled into that feeling. Gliding over him. He moaned, biting down on his jaw.

"Keep rolling your hips like that and I’m going to fuck your brains out in this shower." His threat only encouraged me to roll harder faster, riding his cock. And just as I was about to hit my climax, he pulled out of me, spun me around, pushed me against the wall.

"I warned you princess." He growled low. His voice dripped with delicate restraint, seconds from shattering.

I wanted it to shatter. I wanted to crumble in his hold.

He gripped the back of my hair firmly wrapping it around his hands. Positioned himself at my opening and plunged his full, thick, length inside me hard. I bit down, but a yelp left me anyways. Squeezing my eyes shut, my body bracing itself for another firm assault. And as expected he slammed into me again. Pounding into me, his speed increasing. Bringing me closer and closer to the edge. My knees wobbling under the intensity of the pleasure. The fullness of him inside me, the endorphins and pheromones being released made my head spin, it was nearly impossible to hold myself together, and just like that, I shattered. My orgasm srashed into me breaking me into a million piece. I cried out losing my strength.

Ambrose caught me holding me by my hair with hand and under my stomach with the other, fully supporting my weight. He pumped himself into me, waves of pleasure rolled over me, making everything too intense, too raw, too much. I was dizzy and dazed. Collapsing in his embrace.

"You are everything I’ve always wanted and so much more." He whispered scooping me into his arms bridal style leaving the shower.

In this moment, here with him.

Nothing else mattered.